The Riven Lands are a fractured realm born from a magical event, The Sundering which violently pulled people from countless realities into a bleeding scar across existence. Magic here is a vile, twisting curse, its power warping flesh and mind. Its inhabitants, xenophobic and without loyalty, cling to life amidst decaying lands, endless wars, and horrifying Gods that everyone worships in some form. Hope is a lie; only brutal struggle remains in this world drowned in cynicism and sheer cruelty.
| Played | 8 times |
| Cloned | 3 times |
| Created | 2 days ago |
| Last Updated | Yesterday |
| Visibility | Public |
| Coordinates | (-148, -3436) |
The Empty Flagon is a grim, chaotic tavern, constantly being torn down and rebuilt from salvaged debris within Ironshatter City. It's perpetually filled with the clamor of warring factions and the reek of stale blood and desperation. Its purpose: to serve as a volatile neutral ground for temporary truces, where grim negotiations are brokered, and mercenary contracts are made. Services include hiring mercenary factions for brutal street skirmishes, brokering deals for stolen territory and resources, hiring assassins for rival faction leaders, and trading drug-laced concoctions distilled from blighted herbs to dull soldiers' senses. Their "famous" food is "Bone-Marrow Mash," a coarse, unrecognizable gruel, its ingredients a grim mystery, served in battered tins and tasting faintly of ash and the pervasive desperation of The Bleeding Wastes.
The tavern is a ramshackle structure of mismatched wood and metal scraps, with flickering lanterns casting uneasy shadows. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of stale blood, smoke, and drug-laced concoctions. The walls are scarred with claw marks and crude graffiti, and the floor is littered with broken tankards and scraps of bone.